Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
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Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.